Author's Note: I am on a roll with this story. Okay, kiddies, it's Friday and that means it's Combination Day. This is a more humorous than dirty chapter but I put a little McAbby spice in for you guys.

My holiday break is unfortunately winding down so updates may falter but I've got 3 half days for midterms at the end of the month and another break in mid February, meaning that soon I will be able to do multiple updates once more.

Here's to another year above the ground ladies and gents and for the love of god, stay safe out there.

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

He was scared.

Today was Combination Day and knowing Abby, she'd come up with something wild and bold. Tim wasn't one for wild and bold. In fact, he didn't even know the concept of wild and bold until his Gothic angel had bounced into his life and raised hell.

He was eternally grateful that she had but if he was going to make it through today, he needed coffee stat.

Tim entered the school store and saw Palmer behind the counter. He looked downright blissful and he had a…bite mark on his cheek?

Don't even ask, Tim. Just get your coffee and get the hell out….

"Morning, Palmer." he greeted genially.

"Hey. Your usual?"

"Yeah. Extra Large."

A low whistle escaped him and he asked, "Do you have a test or something?"

"No. It's Combination Day and-"

"Say no more, man. My ass is killing me.", Palmer grumbled before limping towards the band room.

As he retreated, red marks could be seen on his wrists, resembling those left by scarves…

I don't want to know. I really do not want to know.

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Target obtained. Go for it, Red Leader…

She yanked him into the stairwell and forcefully kissed him, causing his bag to hit the floor with a thud. Abby smiled at the hungry moan into her mouth and guided him to the dark corner. Combo Day for Abby meant making out with him all over the place with the occasional swat on his fine ass.

She knew that Tim was expecting the Crazy to come out but she was saving that for planning the End of Year Dance. It wasn't a Prom, The Powers That Be said. No, it was a dance for all students, not just the upperclassmen. Proms promoted bad reputations for schools and DC High was not an institution that encouraged such things.

What-fucking-ever, it was the Prom and it would be a win of epic proportions!

The minute bell rang and she reluctantly released him.

"Be prepared for that all day and I'm coming over tonight." she ordered him while handing him his bag.

"Yes, ma'am.", he teased.

A warm hand hit her ass as she ascended the stairs and she hissed before a devilish smile curved her lips.

She was definitely going to jail for corrupting the pure.

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"Damn it, Palmer! What did you two do?!"

Tim saw Palmer's back and had quietly wondered the same thing. It was crisscrossed with bright red marks made by nails…Michelle's…oh, god. Bad image!

Of course, Tony was tactless enough to ask really loudly and draw all eyes on the man.

"I'm not giving details. It hurt and I liked it. Moving on." he replied simply before pulling a loose shirt over his head.

The locker room was filled with loud protests and Tim decided to take his leave before the true interrogation began. Palmer wouldn't break. He was loyal to the end…

A pair of lips crashed on his as soon he got to the gym and he picked Abby up and dipped her, going along with it happily. Ziva chuckled and stepped around, muttering about 'sex hungry maniacs' under her breath.

Pot, meet kettle. She and Tony are the reason that DC has laws against public indecency…

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She stretched out in his bed like a Queen in repose, shameless in her nudity.

Tim was curled into her, sleeping peacefully. The day had been like 8 hour foreplay and as soon as they had gotten behind closed doors, they had attacked each other. Her body still tingled at the memory of her orgasm and she hoped for a repeat soon.

For now, she'd let him rest. He'd need it. The school was getting ready for the next Pep Rally and he was the head of the tech crew. With finals and the dance and commencement, he'd be worked like a dog.

Abby lightly caressed his cheek and he leaned into the touch, even in slumber.

Tenderness filled her heart and she scooted closer to him, putting his arm over her.

Eventually, his heartbeat lulled her into peaceful slumber.